canon au } { post-510: status asthmaticus

[patrols]

Lindsay: [pulls up in the squad car because she was on the clock, pulling to a stop as she rolls down the window] Hey. Still need to wait for the tow truck?

Stiles: [leaning against the jeep, holding onto his phone absently] Yeah, it should be here any minute.

Lindsay: [nods, before reaching over to push open the door] Hop in, we can wait until then.

Stiles: [and he holds onto the door, and then stops] Lindsay, I need you to hold onto something for me.

Lindsay: [her eyebrows go up and she nods] Okay. What's up?

Stiles: [he reaches into the front seat and grabs the wrench that's wrapped in an old shirt, and hands it to her. He had told her about it in his story. She knew what he really did with it.] Someone gave it to Scott.

Lindsay: [her lips purse for a moment as she gets out of the car, heading around the back to get an evidence bag] I'm gonna guess Theo Raeken.

Stiles: Probably. I'm going to get that little bastard.

Lindsay: Oh, you aren't the only one. I think we all want to see him go down in flames at this point. Buffy's just waiting for a reason to take the Slayers off their leash.

Stiles: Well, before we do that... I need to figure out what he's doing to Scott and make Scott see him for what he is.

Lindsay: [she nods] I'm sure he will eventually. Scott's just in a really hard place right now. Not that that's an excuse but I think a lot of us forget sometimes he's just an eighteen year-old kid. [she drops the wrench in a bag and seals it off with initials before sticking that in her duffle bag with the file that she's going to be taking home as well] And so are you.

Stiles: Yeah. [looks at his hands] Theo told him.

Lindsay: Do you know that he told him the truth? Because he told your dad too, but he sure as hell wasn't honest.

Stiles: I don't know what he told Scott. Scott knew that I killed him. I tried to explain but he didn't believe me. [he looked at Lindsay] Almost like he didn't want to believe me.

Lindsay: [she closes the trunk of the cruiser, and reaches forward to give his shoulder a squeeze and pulls him in closer] I don't think that's true. I think he wants to believe you more than anyone, but he's hurt that you didn't tell him in the first place. So whatever horror story Theo painted for him? You keeping quiet has Scott going to worst-case scenario right now.

Stiles: But he's my best friend. He's supposed to at least give me the benefit of the doubt. To listen to me, right? I mean, yeah, I lie, but not all the time.

Lindsay: You're right. He should. And you are totally justified in being pissed. But I think we can all agree that Scott isn't exactly making the best life choices right now.

Stiles: Yeah, and add kicking me out of the pack to those choices.

Lindsay: [her eyes narrow] Are you sure?

Stiles: pretty much told me he'd take care of Lydia and Malia and to just go talk to my dad. Like he didn't want me around anyone. [he looked at his hands] He was scared of me.

Lindsay: [she squeezes his shoulder again as she pulls him closer] That? Makes me think that he really doesn't know the truth at all.

Stiles: [just nods] Well, I think it's time I start telling it. Can you, um... can you take me to the station. So I can talk to my dad?

Lindsay: [she nods as the tow truck pulls up to load up Roscoe] Yep. Let's do it. I need to yell at my partner because he's being an idiot again anyway.

Stiles: [looks at her] Has anyone told you?

Lindsay: About the bodies? Yeah. But locking himself in the friggin sheriff's station is not going to keep anyone safe.

Stiles: Right now the only thing people can do is just get out of his way and let him do what he needs to. Until we figure out what he is and how to help him get control of it.

Lindsay: [she nods] I couldn't agree more.

Stiles: [and the two truck guy comes over to talk to Stiles, and he grabs the rest of his stuff out of Roscoe and tosses it into the back of the squad car before handing the car key over and watching Roscoe get hauled away] Cora said that she'd talk to Derek about helping get it fixed. I just don't know if it's worth it at this point. There's not enough duct tape in the world to fix him.

Lindsay: [watches the tow truck in the rearview mirror] Maybe you should try something better than duct tape.

Stiles: I'd have to have money for that. If you've noticed, I've kinda been too busy to find a part time job to afford it.

Lindsay: And your girlfriend is offering to get her brother to pay for it - which would be smart considering you're probably going to be her transportation to and from Berkeley and he wants you two to be safe on the road.

Stiles: I know, and I think I may finally give in and let them. Not that I wasn't tempted to just take the money last year when it was in a duffle bag under Scott's bed.

Lindsay: [she nods] It's better when it's a gift.

Stiles: I guess.

Lindsay: [starts the car to drive back to the station] Think of it as a graduation gift.

Stiles: I'm trying. Just... it's hard right now to get out of my head at the moment as I watch my world fall to pieces.

Lindsay: [she watches him for a moment, before reaching over and giving his shoulder a squeeze] It'll be okay, Stiles. We'll figure it out and so will you and Scott.

Stiles: [reaches up to rub at his eyes] Yeah... maybe.

Lindsay: [she nods before turning back to the road] C'mon. Let's go find your dad.

Stiles: [and he's just going to sit quietly in the car as they drive, because he's pretty sure there is going to be a lot of yelling in his near future.]

Lindsay: [most likely yes, but when they get to the station, the sheriff's nowhere to be found.]

Stiles: [and he's going to just.... go sit in his dad's office. Trying NOT to look at Donovan's face on the board behind the desk]

Lindsay: [and the sheriff does not make a reappearance. Also simultaneously, Lydia stops answering her texts. Then, a short while later ...] Okay, guys, we live in California and it's summer. Say something when the AC stops working.

Parrish: [just taking his catnap]

Lindsay: [totally making a face at the rest of you as she goes to check the thermostat and it's ... fine. Then she's grabbing a chair and climbing up to check and make sure air's coming out of the vents ... which there is] ... Shit.

Parrish: [and cut up the whole waking up in trance and starting to melt his way out of the holding cell. You are all welcome criminals of Beacon Hills]

Lindsay: [and she's getting down off the chair and running towards the holding cell to watch her partner do this before ... getting out of his way] Stiles, stay where you are! [he won't listen, but she can hope]

Stiles: [nope, popping his head out as the other deputies are trying to draw their guns] NO, whoa no... don't. Just get out of his way he won't hurt you.

Parrish: [zombie walking]

Lindsay: Listen to him. Stiles is right, get those guns down!

Deputies: [totally wtf'ing but sure, why not? They have no idea what's happening]

Stiles: [aaaand, yup going to follow the zombie]

Lindsay: Stiles, wait! [no dumb kid, don't go running after the zombie who can set himself on fire]

Stiles: [is in the parking lot] Someone has to follow him. Make sure no one tries to stop him. They're just going to get hurt.

Lindsay: You shouldn't try and do this on your own.

Stiles: Well.... I've... got you.

Lindsay: [sighs, before watching Parrish keep walking and then glances to her SUV] C'mon, get in.

Parrish: [and as he's going, his clothes will magically start to burn away leaving him in hulk shorts?!]

Stiles: [totally getting in] I'll text Laura, see if I can get her to track us. She's gotta know his scent like this now.

Lindsay: [and she'll drive after him, trailing him just enough that she's not interfering with what he's doing] Sounds good.

Stiles: Cora's supposed to be talking to Scott... but let me see if I can get more help. [he's trying Lydia first because Lydia has a vested interest in helping Parrish since she knows the whole "not knowing" feeling]

Lydia: [annnnnnnnnd bupkis]

Laura: [texts back and says she'll head towards the nemeton and try and meet up there.]

Stiles: Okay, Laura will be waiting for him at the nematon. We just need to get him there safely.

Lindsay: Alright, let's do this. [and she will follow him to the bodies in the van]

Stiles: [and they get to where the two bodies are] Do you think he'll let you in the van with him?

Lindsay: [she shakes her head] I don't think so.

Stiles: Okay, you follow him. [unbuckles his seatbelt] I need to get to Scott.

Lindsay: Are you sure? Maybe you should wait to hear from Cora.

Stiles: No, I'm not sure. But you are a lot better... equipped to deal with him. And Laura's in position to meet you. Scott needs to help. Maybe he can alpha roar him out of this or something.

Lindsay: Okay. Be careful and call me if you need me.

Stiles: [slides out of the SUV] Yeah, I will. And if you see my dad, tell him I'm looking for him.

Lindsay: You got it. [and she will drive off to follow Parrish in the van]

Stiles: [and he will text Lydia, and then Malia.... and then he gets it into his head that he can use this to get Theo back by tricking Theo to take him and Scott to the bodies and then having it out with them and resolving this shitstorm and so he's texting Theo and we know where this goes]

Lindsay: [yep there's anger and there's punches and violence and eventually Stiles calls Lindsay again about his dad?]

Stiles: [yup because he can't really tell someone how to find him by calling 911] Lindsay! Lindsay he's hurt and I need help]

Lindsay: [hits the breaks on her way up to the preserve because she probably hasn't gotten there yet] Whoa, Stiles, slow down. What's happening?

Stiles: Theo he... my dad... I need help. [yup, panicking] Where Parrish died that time... hurry!

Lindsay: I'll be right there. [and she kicks on the sirens and turns around, booking like hell for the house in question]

Sheriff: [barely conscious, but sees Stiles and just squeezes his hand]

Stiles: Hold on, Dad. Just hold on, Lindsay's coming. Just... please don't leave me.

Lindsay: [and there's tires squealing as she leaves the siren on, getting out of the car and running into the house] Stiles!

Stiles: BACK HERE!

Lindsay: [she follows the sound of his voice and her eyes widen, already shedding her top shirt and picking off her badge and her nametag before moving closer] Where is he bleeding?

Stiles: Neck and chest. [he's not moving, all but clinging to his dad's hand]

Sheriff: [oh good, Lindsay's there. he'll just pass out now thanks]

Lindsay: [NO SHERIFF, HOW ABOUT NOT. she clamps one hand down with her shirt over the neck wound before nodding to Stiles] Lose your sweatshirt and use it to apply pressure to the chest wound. [and since she only needs one hand to do that she's going to grab her phone and call 911] This is Deputy Miller, I need an ambulance to [insert address here]. I have an officer down. It's the Sheriff, get someone here now.

Stiles: [nods, and goodbye hoodie, you're totally going to work and he's going to press it down on his dad's chest] Dad, wake up. DAD. DAD!

Lindsay: [finishes on the phone, before using the sleeves of her shirt to gently wrap the material around his neck and tie it off to add more pressure] Listen to your son, Sheriff. Don't make me smack you.

Sheriff: [damn kids. fine. he'll open his eyes, but he's obviously not all there]

Stiles: Please Dad, please just don't... I need you. I'm so sorry I lied, please don't leave me...

Lindsay: Ambulance will be here soon, boss. Just try and stay with me.

Sheriff: [and he will until the ambulance people are there]

Stiles: [is too afraid to move, and is shaking once they move him out of the way to work on his father]

Lindsay: [will move over and keep her hands on his shoulders, giving them a small squeeze as they both watch] He's still conscious, so that's good. He'll be okay.

Stiles: [he looks at the blood on his hands, and there is just something very dark in his voice] I'm going to kill him.

Lindsay: [tenses at that, before squeezing his shoulders] Not in the roomful of cops, alright? [keeping her voice low]

Jody: [arriving at the scene, already worried, and she zeros in right on Stiles because she knows she's nothing she can do for the sheriff right now] Stiles, you alright?

Stiles: [looks up at Lindsay, and that look matches his voice, and then he blinks it away and shakes his head to Jody] No.

Jody: [gives him a small smile, before looking to Lindsay] Do we know what happened?

Lindsay: We have a theory.

Jody: Is that theory safe for the general public?

Lindsay: Not so much.

Jody: [nods] Okay. I've been appointed acting sheriff until we figure out what happened here and your dad is back on his feet. Miller, I need you to stay with Stiles. I'm going to guess that by the giant molten hole in the middle of the holding cell that Parrish is AWOL?

Lindsay: [she nods] We've got eyes on him though.

Jody: Good. If you hear from them, tell him I want to see him when he has pants again. Until then, you follow your dad to the hospital and when you get a chance, text me what you do know so I can do damage control.

Stiles: [just nods, not trusting his words. His eyes just go back to where they are loading his dad into an ambulance]

Lindsay: [nods and pulls him towards the ambulance] C'mon. You can hitch a ride and I'll follow in my car.

Jody: [nods] I'll drop by the hospital later once this shit show is under control.

Stiles: Okay. [and he's going to be so in shock he's not even thinking of texting Cora or anyone. he's just going to blindly get into the ambulance]

Lindsay: [and off they go to the hospital and we will pick them up once we have Cora find Lydia!]

Parrish: [meanwhile, Hellhound Boy is off picking up bodies and bringing them to a tree. he really should have burnt them all to ash but hey, plot points. He brings Cory, then Emily, and then poor Hayden that he picked up on the way to the tree because he's totally behind on his quota. Laura will get to see that even in the fugue state, he is extremely gentle with them, being careful as he lays each body down with the others before going to just sit on the stump like the little guard dog he apparently is]

Laura: [she gets up there towards the end of things, having apparently beat Lindsay and Stiles up there. She shouldn't have left him alone, but she wanted to see if she was right first before she gave him any false hope that he finally had answers. As she makes her approach she's careful and quiet, respectful even, taking a breath as she draws his attention] Jordan?

Parrish: [he's still on fire, but he hears his name and her voice and his head turns in her direction. A moment later the fire ebbs away, but he's still not back in control - the creature recognizing her and not wanting to hurt her]

Laura: [she still keeps her distance until the fire ebs down, before she starts to make her way closer again, still respectfully moving over the bodies until she's close enough to touch him] I'm not going to stop you. But can I sit with you? [she's speaking more to the hound than she is to Parrish, wanting to make sure it understood that she wasn't there to interfere]

Parrish: [he just looked at her a moment longer, and then the orange faded from his eyes. He blinked once, then a few times as he shook his head clear of the cobwebs. When he was fully aware, he realized just where he was and he fell back a bit before catching himself with his arms]

Laura: [she reaches forward to catch him as well, one hand moving to his shoulder to steady him as she goes to kneel beside him] Hi.

Parrish: [he looks at her, and then licks his lips] How did I get out?

Laura: [she cringes] You sort of ... melted the bars of the holding cell?

Parrish: [groans and closes his eyes] There goes my paycheck for the next three years.

Laura: [she laughs, leaning in to kiss his shoulder] I'm sure the station has insurance.

Parrish: ... I didn't hurt anyone, did I?

Laura: No. Stiles made sure no one got in your way.

Parrish: [just nods, and then looks down and sighs] I'm going to run out of pants soon.

Laura: I have some in the car. [she reaches to give his hand a squeeze] I think I've figured out what you are.

Parrish: You also figure out how to stop me from doing this?

Laura: Not yet. But I know the reason why you are.

Parrish: Tell me in the car. [because he needs to get away from the scene. He's still having a hard time seeing this]

Laura: [she nods and takes his hand pulling them to their feet and tugging him gently towards the car]

Parrish: [and he will go, exhausted] How long have I been... out?

Laura: Not long. About an hour, maybe.

Parrish: Okay.

Laura: [and they get him to the car and she hands him the clothes, before sliding into the driver's seat] You know how before I left I was talking about the Wild Hunt?

Parrish: [and he's going to put his pants on before climbing in] Yeah. It was that story you heard your mother telling you as a kid.

Laura: [she nods as she lets her hand rest against the steering wheel] I didn't like thunderstorms when I was a kid. So my mom used to tell me that the storms were Woden's wild hunt, the thunder were he and his valkyries charging into battle and with them rode black dogs made of fire called hellhounds. They were guardians of the supernatural, meant to keep our secret safe and protect us from the rest of the world.

Parrish: [he watched her a moment, and then leaned back] You think that's what I am?

Laura: [she holds up her hands for a moment, before nodding] There are different kinds of hellhounds. There are the ones that are actually from hell, that are ... invisible beasts meant to drag people's souls to hell. Then there's the ones from hell dimensions that are more monster than man. But I did some looking in my mom's vault with the old family records and the last time the nemeton was active, some of the former alphas made notes of the nemeton having a protector - someone to keep the balance and make sure things didn't go too far. Some of them mention fire, and while they can be violent if provoked, otherwise they're not dangerous or malicious.

Parrish: So... pretty much I'm here because a tree stump drafted me into being it's bodyguard.

Laura: [she laughs softly at the explanation, but she nods] Basically? Yeah. But not just the nemeton - you're protecting all of us.

Parrish: It doesn't feel like it.

Laura: Think of it this way - the Dread Doctors are abusing the nemeton's power. They're being careless and throwing these bodies away like they're trash. From what I can tell the hound is protecting the secret by taking the bodies away, and returning them to a place of reverence. You're not just disposing of them - there's care in what you do.

Parrish: But what about these kid's families? What do they get from me doing this?

Laura: I don't know. That's the part we're going to have to figure out. But before we can do that, we need to stop these fugue states - you and the hound have to learn to share.

Parrish: Why do I have a feeling this is going to be harder than it looks?

Laura: Well, good news - the hound likes me. So we'll just have to take it one step at a time from there.

Parrish: [chuckles] At least there's that. And the sheriff. It likes the sheriff.

Laura: Those are parts of you bleeding through. We just have to find ways to make sure it's all you, all the time. Which may mean you'll have to concede some things.

Parrish: [just nods]

Laura: We can figure it out later. For right now, let's just get you home.

Parrish: Not my house. I don't know what I did at the station.

Laura: [she nods] We can go back to the loft until we see how everything settles, but I think if we're going to be practicing with you we should do it out by the cabin.

Parrish: That sounds like a better plan.

Laura: [she starts to pull out of the preserve, heading back towards town] I just want to make sure they won't need me here.

Parrish: Odds are the nematon is going to keep pulling me back.

Laura: Well ... that's not necessarily a bad thing. You aren't going to learn to manage it without ... practice, for lack of a better word.

Parrish: [sighs] I guess.

Laura: [she glances over as she drives, before reaching to take his hand] We'll figure it out. I could even see what my uncle knows about them.

Parrish: [nods] Or maybe those Winchesters will know something.

Laura: The Winchesters have plenty of experience with the hellhounds that come from hell. I don't know if they've seen your kind before.

Parrish: But they have a library, right? They can see what they can find.

Laura: They do. We'll see what they can dig up.

Parrish: Right now, I'm exhausted. I didn't really get that nap. I don't think.

Laura: You can sleep back at my place.

Parrish: I like that plan.

Laura: Good. [and she will drive them home and pull him into her bedroom to put him to bed]

Parrish: [and pretty much just going to pass out because long day, and being on fire is hard on the body]

Laura: [yep, and she will curl up with him, but keep an eye on her phone]